TRIUMPH GAS TANK

the universe reaches

from inside of you
to wherever forever

& i would kick myself

if my time tickered out

before its secrets were out

& it built a bonfire of paradigms

& steve mcqueen returned to light it

like he returned

with free razors & bulk soap

to

his

old

kids home

one red shirt collar tip

pocking out

a mustard sweaters crew neck

beat up triumph gas tank 

between his denim legs

hollywood in his hip pocket